Love here or there
fine lines filled with brilliance
a hint of hope and shades of blue
for added ambiance
and when the wind blows
whistling through the dunes
on a cool subdued night
somewhere off in the distant fog
words slip from passionate lips
with only the slightest sense
of tomorrows regret
hovering above like a storming cloud
ready to erupt with stories never told
or a coin smoldering in your pocket
patiently waiting to flip from heads to tails
winners and losers chuckle with delight
anticipation is a loaded gun ~

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